Fengyu silently looked at him, feeling a slight headache.
"Zhixu, your temper flares without any sense of reason."
"Who's the one being unreasonable? He's infected with the plague, and you went to hug him. Are you not afraid of getting infected? Did you even think about how I would feel?" Xie Xun said coldly. "Though repeated infections are rare, it's not as if they never happen. What makes you so certain you won't contract it again?"
"That was my mistake. I was so excited to reunite with Xiaoqi that I forgot my place. That's on me," Fengyu issued an apology in line with his words. "But Xie Xun, what you said—wasn't that meant to pierce my heart?"
Xie Xun felt a pang of guilt, his anger extinguished like a flame meeting a snowstorm.
He apologized crisp and clean, "I'm sorry. I was speaking in anger and said something I shouldn't have. It won't happen again."
Fengyu, "…"
So perfunctory!!!
